I had been feeling good after my surgery, and actually wasn't even taking Tylenol. I was released to pick up the kids on Wednesday, one week after surgery. Then on Thursday I started hurting when I walked or moved, and thought it was strange, but I wasn't red or running a fever. By Friday I was in extreme pain and could hardly move. In fact, I had to call Dustin home from work 2 1/2 hours early, because I couldn't take care of Brennan. I called my doctor's nurse and she said since I didn't have a fever or chills or any other sign of infection I was ok. Saturday we picked Brandt up from camp and Bryson wanted to go to the store with my mom. So Dustin put a car seat in their truck, and then misjudged coming out and ended up falling and spraining his ankle and it was immediately huge and black. My mom had to drive us the the ER since we were both in so much pain neither of us could drive. Thankfully, his ankle wasn't broken, but he couldn't put any weight on it and is on crutches. Since I was in such severe pain I couldn't hold the baby and Dustin was now on crutches we had to go stay with my parents for the weekend so they could help with the kids. By Saturday night I started getting red, and I developed a fever and the chills. So Sunday morning I went to urgent care and I started oozing from the surgical site. They told me I had an infection and put me on a Rx. I was told I should feel lots better the next day and I needed to follow up with my surgeon the next day. Even after taking the Rx I was getting worse. The pain never eased even when I was perfectly still Sunday evening and started oozing on the other site on Monday. I called the surgeon's office and they wanted us to drive to Temple ( 1 1/2 hrs away) that afternoon. When we got there the very experienced nurse looked at me and said that she was sending me to see my surgeon because in all of her years she had never seen this before. My surgeon decided to admit me to the hospital for IV antibiotics since I should be better, and certainly shouldn't be getting worse on the Rx. So I was admitted Monday evening in Temple and to complicate matters I was in the middle of teaching a technology camp at school that I could not cancel. Thankfully, Dustin stepped up to the plate and took sick leave and filled in for me while I was gone. I was finally released Thursday evening after 9 Heparin shots in the tummy, 12 rounds of IV antibiotic, and 10 rounds of the super daddy of antibiotics (it takes over 2 hrs to administer). I got home around 9:45 last night. I am finally better, but still have infections and drainage. The hope is that I am good enough that the oral antibiotics will do the trick now. Dustin is still on crutches, and still in a lot of pain. He leaves tomorrow for a week long work trip to Rhode Island and I have the 2nd and final technology camp. Hopefully, Dustin won't have too hard of a time in the airport with crutches. Boy, it has been quite the week.
I am the mother of 4 crazy, fun, caring, loving, smart, silly, and compassionate boys. I am lucky enough to be on this wild roller coaster ride with my best friend. Join us as we continue on this never dull journey called parenthood...
Brandt is 9 years old, and is in 3rd grade. He is a typical eldest child. He is such a sweetheart, fabulous at sharing, and mature beyond his years. He is incredibly intelligent and a perfectionist. He takes such great care of his brothers. He absolutely loves babies, and can not pass one without talking to it. He loves reading, baseball, and jogging with his daddy.
Brayden is 7 and in 2nd grade. He is really reading well and gets very proud of himself when he learns something new. He has had a terrible time with ear infections. As a result has had 6 ear surgeries to date, with a possible 7th in his future. He is our sunshine and thunderstorm. He is so warm and caring, but if gets upset you better watch out!
Bryson is 6 and so full of life. He is in Kindergarten, and really excelling. He has a zest and joy about everything he does. He is our family comedian and has us constantly cracking up. He is obsessed with baseball, football, or any sport really. He played t-ball and flag football this year. He is extremely tough, and very rarely cries even when he is hurt.
Brennan is 3 and the caboose to our train. He loves baseball and football...really any sport. He is in preschool 2 days a week and hangs out with momma the other 3 days. He thinks he is just as big as the other boys. He is still super affectionate, which I LOVE. Hard to believe he is approaching his 4th birthday already.
The purpose of Christianity is not to avoid difficulty, but to produce a character adequate to meet it when it comes. It does not make life easy; rather it tries to make us great enough for life. ~James Christensen
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The days are long, but the years are short!
"Worry does not empty tomorrow of sorrows; it empties today of strength." Corrie ten Boom